Chapter 274: Chapter 274: The Popularity of Lan Zihuang Chapter 274: Chapter 274: The Popularity of Lan Zihuang Hou Yu: “Exactly. Didn’t Little Dong tell you? What kind of car does he drive? A Maserati President, with a license plate AS6666. Can soone with such a small fortune really afford that car? I reckon there’s at least an 80% chance that the car is either rented or borrowed, and the license plate must be fake!”
Zhou Guangrong: “That’s true. Now that you ntion it, I really admire him for daring to play so big with such little to his na… These young people nowadays are so vain, he’s the very definition of ‘puffing up one’s cheeks to look fat’!”
Miss Dong: “Right, and he even brought a pretty agent!”
Hou Yu: “Pah, Mr. ng is an actual teacher and only hired an assistant, yet he’s got an agent? He should take a look in the mirror before pretending!”
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Dong Xiaoyun was on WeChat, when Xia Xueqi took a phone call, then walked over to Wang Hao and whispered, “Brother Hao, there’s a Mr. Zhang ready to invest five million in cooperation with you on a project. He asked to inquire if you are interested.”
Five million! Dong Xiaoyun’s ears perked up at that keyword!
“Cooperation?” Wang Hao, while picking out clothes, asked, “Did he say what kind of project it is?”
Xia Xueqi shook her head: “No, he didn’t.”
“Don’t accept,” Wang Hao didn’t even think before declining, “From now on, dismiss any cooperation proposals that don’t specify the project details.”
Dong Xiaoyun: “…”
…
Miss Dong: “Damn! That agent just took a call, so deal worth five million was offered for cooperation, and he just declined it!”
Hou Yu: “What kind of status does he have to be getting five million collaboration offers? And to refuse it? He’s really good at pretending!”
ng Zenan: “Pretending like that is going to hurt. Little Dong, keep a close watch on him, see how much more he’ll spend!”
Miss Dong: “Got it! They’ve entered LV again… he’s buying things for his agent! One bag cost twenty thousand! He bought two! Another one was sixty thousand!”
Watching Wang Hao pick out items for the agent, Dong Xiaoyun was frustrated beyond words.
We all play the sa agent-assistant roles, so why is there such a huge gap in the treatnt? Even if Wang Hao is puffing up his cheeks, his agent is genuinely reaping the benefits!
In the WeChat group—
ng Zenan: “Never mind that, just get him to bleed money today, and I’ll send you a bag too if there’s ti. Work hard!”
Miss Dong: “Thank you, Mr. ng!”
Although Mr. ng also said he would buy her a bag, Dong Xiaoyun still felt disappointed — the bags being purchased were LVs, and by the ti it was her turn, it would probably be sothing much less expensive; knowing ng Zenan’s stinginess, it might even be two or three hundred.
Watching Wang Hao go to swipe his card, Dong Xiaoyun was various sorts of depressed: “He’s dropping two hundred thousand just like that, almost enough for a rcedes. I’ve been working with ng Zenan for so long and got nothing out of it, so depressing…”
Walking ahead, Xia Xueqi, carrying several shopping bags, happily said, “Brother Hao, I really can’t thank you enough for giving such a nice bag; I’ve been drooling over it for a long ti now.”
“It was just on the way,” Wang Hao said with a smile, “I figured I hadn’t given her a gift in a while, and today I happened to co across so so I bought more. Just not sure if she will like it, heh.”
The “she” Wang Hao referred to was understood by Xia Xueqi, who nodded: “She will definitely like it. It’s a gift from Brother Hao!”
Wang Hao and Xia Xueqi knew each other well enough to leave much unsaid. But trailing behind them, Dong Xiaoyun hadn’t heard everything clearly, only catching that “just not sure if she will like it,” which made her jump to conclusions…
Dong Xiaoyun thought to herself: “Wang Hao sure is generous, planning to give Lan Zihuang an LV without even eting? Clothes, perfus, bags and all, he just spent over two hundred thousand in a blink. Impressive! Keeping up appearances!”
Seeing this, Dong Xiaoyun had completely made up her mind about Wang Hao — a wastrel who has money but doesn’t know how to flaunt it reasonably, puffing up his cheeks!
…
In the WeChat group—
Assistant Miss Dong: “He just ca out of LV after shopping and spent nearly two hundred thousand! I heard from the agent that it’s ant to be a gift for Lan Zihuang!”
ng Zenan: “This kid is spending big, planning to give so many luxury goods before they’ve even t. Indeed, he’s willing to spend the money. Mmm, jot this down for now; we’ll play it by ear when the ti cos.”
Hou Yu: “Teacher, what on earth is Wang Hao thinking? Giving so many gifts, could it be that he has a thing for Lan Zihuang?”
ng Zenan: “Wouldn’t it be great if he did? There’s a sea of people pursuing Lan Zihuang; we’ll just watch them fight like dogs over a bone!”
Hou Yu: “As expected, Mr. ng, you’re impressive!”
Assistant Miss Dong: “He’s finished shopping, and now Wang Hao says he still has to get his hair done. I reckon that’ll take at least an hour!”
ng Zenan: “Let him keep showing off; you just stay close.”
Assistant Miss Dong: “Mmm, okay.”
Ti passed quickly, and after about an hour…
Assistant Miss Dong: “Alright, everything’s finally done, and now we’re getting ready to head to the hotel. We should arrive in about thirty minutes.”
ng Zenan: “Good. Little Hou, go to the entrance to et him later, and rember to agree with everything he says when you see him. No matter what he says, you just nod and chat him up. Got it?”
Hou Yu: “Understood, Teacher, you can count on !”
After putting away his phone, Hou Yu left the room and quickly got to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.
Glancing outside, Hou Yu couldn’t help but shake his head in dismay.
There were people everywhere you looked, a veritable sea of humanity, with a density that rivalled that of college graduates hunting for jobs at a job fair!
Among these people, many were holding bouquets of flowers, so were holding up signs with flashing lights, bearing ssages like “Lan Zihuang, I love you!” “Huahua is the most beautiful!” “Huahua, please sign an autograph!” and so on.
They were almost all screaming at the top of their lungs with a might that rivaled Vitas from the previous world on Earth. “Piercing the clouds” was the phrase for it, and all the shouting was dedicated to the sa line: “Huahua, I love you!”
There were also nearly a hundred journalists on the scene, endlessly taking pictures with their caras; the place was in utter chaos!
“That’s why when they act all high and mighty, we just have to put up with it,” Hou Yu muttered under his breath as he walked outside, continuing, “There’s no comparing people. We still have to cater to Lan Zihuang even when she isn’t filming; we can’t afford to offend her. Looking at these fans, if we really upset her, they’d tear us to pieces!”
The power of passionate fans was sothing Hou Yu knew all too well—it was beyond reason. They didn’t care who you were; if you angered their favorite star, you were an enemy for life!
Hou Yu stood waiting in the hotel plaza for about ten minutes, feeling vexed, when he saw a white Maserati Presidente slowly driving in. Its dynamic shape, the roaring sound of the engine, and the license plate AS6666 turned heads as many of Lan Zihuang’s fans noticed the car’s entrance!
Hou Yu: “…” Damn, that’s Wang Hao, right? He really knows how to put on a show!
With the engine’s roar, the Maserati Presidente slowly parked on the periter of the dense crowd outside the Kaiyue Hotel. Then, the car door opened gently, and a strikingly handso young man stepped out with a suprely confident smile.
He looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in a crisp Armani casual suit with an Oga watch on his wrist. His top shirt button was undone, suggesting a mix of sobriety and mischief.
Narrowed eyes full of spiritual energy, a straight nose, slightly curved lips, and ticulously styled hair, all contributed to an air of extre allure, exuding a deadly charm for won.
The mont he got out of the car, the surrounding crowd fell silent, only to erupt in ear-piercing screams: “Ah—!!! So handso!! Absolutely gorgeous!!” “Oh God, so handso, I… I can’t take it!” “Who is this guy? Another fan of Huahua?!” “He… he looks like the host of ‘If You Are the One!'”
Facing the screams of the surrounding crowd, Wang Hao’s lips curled into a slightly wicked smile, as effortlessly cool as could be, his swagger breaking through the sky.
At that mont, Wang Hao was devastatingly handso, leaving the female fans around him swooning in a heap.
Hou Yu was dumbstruck: “I thought we were eting so minor screenwriter, but he turns out to be a pretty boy!!”
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It’s Singles’ Day, and here I am, all alone, forced to type away at ho, running in tears!
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